VIII
Dark’s wings regained their strength, and it took enormous mental strength not to use them. It was an exercise in meditation and self-restraint.
But the healing spell had taken its toll on him.
He was tired again.
Hadn’t the grimoire warned him?
Damned sleep!
He had slept enough.
As his eyes swelled with tiredness, he tried to recall what the grimoire had said....
Cost: Severe numbness that lasts for hours; fever dreams.
He blinked himself awake, tilting his head upward. But the temptation was too great, and he found himself on all fours, and his cheek against the cold cement floor as relief overwhelmed him.
This is what caused all of your problems in the first place, old dragon....
Yet his eyelid closed over his eye and brought back a world of darkness.
He felt himself fl
